Cold Shed and a Nasty Cold

The story was, the man wanted rid of the old shed because he wanted a new one. He could have taken it to the Council dump, of course, but like most decent people nowadays he preferred to recycle it. His dad showed up with a power drill, which was just as well because there were a lot of screws in the roof, (adding to my belief that nails and bolts are the thing, screws just cause you problems down the road).

Getting it disassembled was the hardest part. Well, the most tedious part, really, because taking screws out of the roof, and unbolting the side panels, was a one-person job. Then came the heavy labour of moving the pieces, the floor being the heaviest. We started work at just after 11am, and it was stacked up in my plot by 2.15pm. It rained heavily for part of that time.

I was keen to get back to the plot Thursday to get it all painted with cuprinol.  But the cold that had been threatening all week kicked in and just getting out of bed has been an effort these last four days. But I'm on the bettering line, now, and should get back to the plot tomorrow. And it's the Easter hols, so I'd hope to get caught up:

• paint the shed sections; 
• lay rubble from the old greenhouse foundations for the base; 
• build the shed
• lay the skinny path over the rubble drain in the NW area;
• weed the hedgerow;
• raise the first rediscovered path;
• replant all of the comfrey from near that path to the SW weed-stricken area. 

Then, at last, I can get back to riddling glass out from No.5 bed.

"Cold shed" is not just a rather weak reference to the fact that I caught a cold after moving the shed. It will be the cold shed because it won't have heating. It will be insulated though, bubble wrap, probably. The idea is for it to have a fridge-like temperature over the winter, because I'll be storing produce there.